Trouble – Chapter 4 - Pool of blood and aching knuckles

Author's Note: Hi again everyone! Our favorite outlaw motorcycle-club is back with chapter 4, thanks to LazySmurf247, Adrien Hywel for commenting on chapter 3. Made me as happy as always!
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I woke up that morning with a pretty bad hangover, my head was throbbing as were my injured hands and when I turned around on my bed I saw the naked biker laying beside me, still sleeping.
I knew I should have felt bad about sleeping with him but I didn't. I was a grown-ass woman, I slept with who I wanted and it wasn't like none of the guys weren't sleeping around either.
I got out of bed, slowly in an attempt to spare my poor head, not that it worked too good, threw last night's clothes into the duffel-bag on the floor. I looked to Happy on the bed before heading into the shower, getting ready for a new day.

The open wounds on my hands stung like hell when the hot water hit them but I tried my best to ignore the pain, ignore the evidence of last night's disaster.
Once I got out of the shower, I brushed my wet hair into a high pony-tail and slipped into a pair of light skinny jeans, pulling a white camisole over my head and slipping into a pair of black ankle boots before heading out into the club-house, ready for some breakfast and maybe some coffee to help with the headache.
"Good morning, sunshine." A tired-looking Chibs greeted from the couch, raising his own cup of coffee to his lips as I smiled back at him.
That's right! Today was a new day, yesterday was forgotten and today was going to be better. No doubt!
In the kitchen I found myself a clean cup and poured myself some coffee, ignoring my rumbling stomach for the moment. I just wanted to sit down and enjoy a morning at the club-house, like the many I had spent with my brother all those years ago.

I moved out of the kitchen and placed myself next to Chibs on the couch. He was the only one besides me who was awake and I kind of enjoyed it that way, not having to deal with the whining from all the other guys once they woke up.
"What the hell happened to your hands!" The hand bringing the coffee-cup to my lips froze. Shit!
I looked at him and his eyes showed anger, worry and confusion. Suddenly the day felt like it was heading in a completely different direction from what I had planned.
"Nothing really, it's not that bad." I shrugged but he caught my hand in his, stroking his thumb over a place where the skin was still attached.
"Lily, this is bad. Did you clean this?" I broke eye-contact and he sighed tiredly. "Wait here." He said, walking towards the dorms and I knew what he was getting.
Sure enough, 3 minutes later we were sitting at the bar, Chibs was cleaning the cuts and I took the time to wince every now and then when the pain became too much to handle.

Suddenly I heard voices coming from the dorms, and I immediately recognized them as Jax's, Opie's, Juice's, Bobby's, Kip's and my brother's.
"What are you girls doing up so early?" I heard Alex ask and for a second I thought about pulling my hands out of sight but Chibs firm hold around my wrist made it impossible and so I just took a nervous breath, waiting for the words to hit me.
"What the hell is this?"
I refused to look at him, but when he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around there was no place to safely rest my eyes on seeing as all of the guys were staring either at me or my hands.
"Those are my hands, Alex. I've had them my entire life." I answered tiredly but he wasn't fazed by my attempted joke.
"Lily." God, I hated when he used that voice! I loved my brother very deeply but there were times when he scared me, and this was one of those.
"Okay! Just stop looking at me with those eyes, Killah." I saw him flinch at me using that name, I knew he hated it when it came from me but those cold eyes just scared the shit out of me.

"There was this bitch last night, one of Luann's long-legged bimbos, who came at me for no reason at all and started bashing me for being fat." I knew it was a silly thing to get hurt over but if there was anyone who knew how my temper worked, it was the man who shared it.
"You hit her?" He asked, his voice serious and cold.
"In your club-house? I wasn't going to ruin the party for everyone by messing up her pretty face, so I just took it outside... I'll clean the blood off the wall by the way." I saw him relax somewhat but still didn't seem satisfied.
"What do you mean you wouldn't do it in our club-house?" The question I feared had appeared and I saw Chibs in the corner of my eye, looking at me curiously, probably wondering the same thing.
"Because..." I felt my voice crack and I hated it! I was supposed to have grown up, so why did I still feel like a four year old in their company? "Because I'm a stranger here, and she's not."

Even though my voice came out no louder than a whisper I knew they had all heard me, and the look Alex gave me made me feel ridiculous. He looked at me with pity.

"That's not true, and deep down you know it." Alex placed his strong hands on my shoulders and squeezed, obviously to prove his point.
"No one could ever replace you, Tinkerbell. Especially not some long-legged bimbo, that's what you called her, right?" Chibs smiled at me and when I saw all the guys smiling and nodding at what the Scot had just said I couldn't help but laugh.
"So I see you're still here." That voice was one that I was never going to forget, I remembered everyone who ever called me fat and this bitch was no exception.
The guys all turned to the bitch and what really ticked me off was the pleased smile that flashed onto Jax's face when he saw her.
"Yeah, this is my home after all." I kept repeating Chibs words inside my head, I was not going to let this slut come in here and kick me out of my own home.
"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart. Just 'cause you've slept with them don't make them your family."
"Right back at you. If there is anyone who's trying to sleep her way into the club it's you, not me." I stepped up, with her slut-heels she was a bit taller than me but I knew from experience that height didn't solely determinate status.

"Listen you fat-ass bitch!" I could hear the scraping of chairs and I knew that the guys had gotten out of their seats but the girl in front of me didn't seem to take any notice. "You get the hell out of my face before I have my man here kick you out." She smirked at what she thought was a threat but I could see the anger boiling up inside Jax as she insulted the girl who was practically his little sister.
"No, you listen to me, slut." My voice was calm and I looked at her with those same killer-eyes as my brother possessed. "You get the hell out of my face, before I make sure that the only way you're ever gonna drink cum again will be through a straw." She looked at me for a couple of seconds, seemingly enduring the catcalls and encouraging shouts from the guys, before doing the biggest mistake of her life.

She slapped me.
The burning sensation in my cheek was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my hand when I slugged her straight in the nose, almost enjoying the cracking sound of bones breaking. She fell to her knees the second my fist connected with her face but I didn't feel sorry for her. She deserved it and worse.
"I'm sure you got my point, bitch. Now get out of my home!"
It was with a proud smile that I watch her stumble to her feet and rush out the club-house, leaving behind a small pool of blood on the floor and a pair of aching knuckles.

"Guess I'm going to have to treat your hand again." Chibs said, laughing with the rest of the guys as I walked back to the bar, receiving claps and catcalls from all of them.
"Yeah." I chuckled a little, although the burning in my right hand was killing me.
"You really take after Tig, don't you, Lil?" Opie said and I just flashed him a smile as Chibs started working on my hand again.

"Look, Lily." Jax spoke, catching everyone's attention. "Last night things... didn't go exactly according to plan." Suddenly the guys all looked embarrassed, even Kip even though I had told him that I was alright with him leaving me behind.
"You could say that." I didn't really mean to spit venom but I had never been the best at controlling myself, especially not after that insult from the skank, now known as the skank with the broken nose.
"We got a little over-excited but we want to make it up to you." I saw Juice nodding with that goofy smile of his and I couldn't help but to smile along with him, making all of the guys relax.

"Well..." I stood up and placed my newly-patched up hands on my hips. "What do you have planned?"


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